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May 24

when you visited me
in my witch coven
you broke the covenant you
had with your mother’s bones

so sticky
but you lived day to day
hung out with the toughs
but your bed
and your torn sleeve says
that’s rough
that’s rough

we argued about and around
the size of my head
sick and stick
one thought to prevent
the other from giving ground

even though
my chin split and spit
I did my best to stay awake
as the time faded away

hey
okay

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